SolRoYou have to be such a dick to introduce the worlds shortest man to the worlds tallest.

thebaronsdoctorJudging from his confident gait, sharp attire and the way he smokes his cigarettes I can only believe this man is a high-ranking member of some sort of crime syndicate.

I'm now getting images of a two-foot tall alien ganglord who controls the spice trade from here to KalKlehk VI. He runs his operation from a small, unassuming restaurant on Jupiter's moon Ganymede. He serves only the finest dishes of traditional Jovian cuisine; Fried air-squid sautéed in a zesty frond sauce, sliced Wumba fruit served in a red wine sauce, zesty fig-lizard with noodles and the ever popular Ahk-Med; a bowl of Gorbagogian frogomanders which have been fed a special diet of of wines and spices, served live.

Many think Mr. Ping Ping to be nothing more than a harmless restaurant owner, however the spice smugglers and local rum-runners know he is far more imposing than his stature lets on. The man is constantly flanked by the biggest and toughest hired thugs money can buy: Whip-Snappers from planet Beleres VIII, Spider-Faces from Dagon-Rha, even the deadly Mandrids of Barbados XII.

Even without his hired Muscle, Mr. Ping Ping is still not a man to be crossed: He is an expert marksman and has no problem taking care of "business" on his own. Rumors abound that the meat used in his restaurant comes from some rather "unusual" sources.